The Colton Bodyguard

By Carla Cassidy

The breathtaking finale to The Coltons of Oklahoma saga by New York Times bestselling author Carla Cassidy! 

Wrongly imprisoned for murder, renowned horse trainer Greta Colton gets sprung by Tyler Stanton's falsified alibi. The incredibly handsome oil tycoon's desire has been burning for Greta ever since they met. Now that she's no longer his brother's fiancée, he wants her in his bed and working in his corral. In that order. 

Throwing caution to the wind, Greta accepts Tyler's brazen invitations. And with danger mounting, they reluctantly risk their hearts. But when a shocking Colton secret surfaces, can Tyler protect Greta from a treacherous family reunion? Someone means to kill her and take all that's hers!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Open Road Integrated Media
• Release date: Nov 1, 2015
• ISBN: 9781460388013

Carla Cassidy

Carla Cassidy is a New York Times bestselling author who has written more than 125 novels for Harlequin Books. She is listed on the Romance Writer's of America Honor Roll and has won numerous awards. Carla believes the only thing better than curling up with a good book to read is sitting down at the computer with a good story to write.

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Chapter 1

The jail-cell door clanked shut behind Greta Colton. She turned and grabbed the bars, staring at her brother on the other side.

Ryan, you know this is all a mistake. I didn’t kill anyone. I’m innocent. I didn’t kill Kurt. She watched in horror as Ryan turned his back on her and walked away. How could he believe she was capable of murder?

Ryan, please. She grasped the cell bars more tightly, frantic for him, for anyone, to believe her. I’m not a murderer, she screamed, but he didn’t stop walking away from her.

Greta sat up and looked around, disoriented as to time and place. Her pounding heart slowed. She was safe in her king-size bed in her bedroom. A glance at the clock on the nightstand told her it was just after four in the afternoon.

She was safe beneath her sky blue comforter with the afternoon sunshine drifting through the lacy white curtains at the window. She released a sigh of relief.

The nightmare she’d just suffered had become a familiar one over the past three weeks, ever since she really had been arrested for the murder of ranch hand Kurt Rodgers.

She’d decided to take a short nap after lunch but had slept longer than she had intended. Lately, sleeping had been far easier than being fully conscious and in the present.

The moments before and since she’d been released from jail had been fraught with anger, sadness, lies and questions. It wasn’t just Greta who had been through hell but her family, as well.

She got out of bed and walked to the nearby window. From this vantage point she could see much of the green pastures and impressive outbuildings of the family ranch, the Lucky C.

But ranch business was the last thing on her mind. A lie had got her out of jail, ruined her engagement and destroyed her mother’s happiness in planning a wedding. For the past two and a half weeks, Greta had been living like a hermit, trying to cope with everything that had happened to forever change her life.

She left the window and headed for the shower in the luxurious bathroom just off the sitting area in her bedroom. It was time for her to face the man who had lied for her, the man who had sworn that on the night of Kurt’s murder he was in a hotel room with her in Oklahoma City.

She had been in a hotel room in Oklahoma City, but she’d been all alone, certainly not with Tyler Stanton, her future brother-in-law. She definitely hadn’t been carrying on a torrid affair with Tyler, as he had implied to the police when he’d offered up the alibi that had ultimately released her from jail.

It didn’t take her long to shower and dress in a pair of tailored brown slacks and a russet blouse that she knew complemented her slender figure. She pulled on a pair of brown suede dress boots and slipped inside her right boot the knife her father had given her when she’d turned sixteen years old.

Her father had worried about her having the run of the ranch, dealing with ranch hands who appeared to be good guys but might be a danger to her, so he’d gifted her with the knife for self-protection. He’d also told her not to pull it on somebody unless she had the guts to use it.

When closed, it was a beautiful mother-of-pearl palm-size case, but with a click of a button it became a wicked nearly-five-inch-long weapon. Thankfully, she had never had to use it or even take it out of her boot.

She left the Lucky C by one of the back doors, grateful when she didn’t encounter anyone. She didn’t want anyone knowing where she was going. Thankfully, the only person in the family who knew she’d been alibied with the lie of an affair was her brother Ryan and a couple of the officers who worked for the Tulsa police force. As far as she knew, none of them had shared that information with anyone else.

So far she’d been spared the humiliating experience of trying to explain to her parents and siblings that she wasn’t having an affair, no matter what Tyler had told the authorities.

It was almost seven when she pulled her red Jeep just inside the black wrought iron gates at the entrance to Tyler Stanton’s estate. It was an hour-and-a-half drive from the Colton ranch in Tulsa to Tyler’s home in Oklahoma City.

Throughout the drive, several times she’d considered turning around and heading back to the ranch. But ultimately, she knew she had to confront Tyler and tonight was as good a time as any. She hadn’t spoken to or seen him since being released from jail. She needed answers that only he could give her.

She stopped the Jeep when the impressive sprawling ranch house came into view. It was definitely the living space of a successful man and Tyler was definitely successful. As owner and CEO of Stanton Oil, he was ridiculously handsome and socially sought after for various fund-raisers and events. The few times Greta had been around him, she’d always found him slightly cold and very intimidating.

Why would he risk his good reputation and his relationship with his brother, Mark, by implicating himself in an affair with her?

Thankfully, he must’ve greased some palms to keep her alibi quiet, for there had been no hint of tawdry rumors floating around. Of course, Mark had heard and had ridden into the Colton house a week ago on a self-righteous horse and declared their engagement over.

She’d spent five days in jail, and for the past week she’d been on the phone canceling wedding arrangements that had been made and praying her mother didn’t spiral down into one of the deep depressions that had occurred often through most of Greta’s life.

Stalling, she now thought. She was stalling by sitting here and staring at Tyler’s house. She put the Jeep into Drive and moved forward, swallowing against the swell of anxiety that tried to waltz up the back of her throat.

She didn’t have the answers to a lot of things that had been happening at the Colton ranch, but she could at least get an answer from Tyler as to why he had lied for her.

She parked right in front of the house. Light spilled from several windows, breaking through the falling darkness of the early-November night.

Tyler had a reputation as a workaholic. It was possible he wasn’t even home yet. If he wasn’t, then she’d wait. If his household help didn’t want her inside, then she’d wait in her vehicle. She’d already put this conversation off for far too long.

Getting out of her car, she fought against the nervous energy that sizzled through her. She had nothing to be anxious about; after all, he was the one who had told the outrageous lie. But Tyler had always made her nervous with his cold blue eyes and hint of disdain when he looked at her.

She straightened her shoulders resolutely and rang the bell, hearing the musical chimes respond from someplace inside. As she waited, she pulled up the collar of her lightweight beige coat against the chilly evening air.

The door opened and she wasn’t sure who was more surprised, she or Tyler. She’d expected a housekeeper, but instead a Tyler Stanton she’d never seen before stood in front of her.

The few times they had ever had any interaction, Tyler had always been impeccably dressed. The Tyler before her was absent his suit coat and tie. His white shirt was half-unbuttoned to reveal just enough bare chest to be distracting and his short light brown hair was slightly mussed. His dark blue eyes appeared to take in the whole sum of her with a quick sweep from head to toe.

Greta, I was wondering when or if I’d ever hear from you. Please come in. He opened the door wider to allow her into a large foyer. May I take your coat?

Before she could reply, he had removed her coat and hung it in the nearby closet. He then smoothly ushered her into the great room and offered her a seat on the plush black leather sofa.

It was as if she’d entered an alternate universe. The Tyler she knew was stiff and formal, but this Tyler appeared casual and surprisingly welcoming. How about something to drink? Maybe a glass of wine? he asked.

That would be nice. She finally found her voice.

Red or white? He moved to an elaborate built-in bar on one side of the large room.

White would be fine, she replied.

How have you been? he asked and strode across the expanse of the room to hand her a long-stemmed crystal glass of wine.

He sat next to her and set his own glass of wine on the glass-topped coffee table in front of them.

I’ve been better, she replied. He sat so close to her she could smell the scent of his spicy cologne, so different from Mark’s woodsy favorite scent. I guess you heard that Mark broke off our engagement.

His gaze held hers intently. Are you heartbroken over it?

She hesitated, wondering if she should lie and make Tyler feel bad. No, I’m only sorry he beat me to the punch, she replied honestly. I was behind bars for five long days and nights and he didn’t even visit me once. Five days in jail gave me a lot of time to think. In fact, I’ve heard from a couple of my friends that while I was locked up, Mark was making the rounds of his old girlfriends, so I’d intended to break things off with him anyway. But that’s not why I’m here.

She paused and took a sip of her wine and then set the glass down. She eyed the handsome man beside her boldly. Why, Tyler? Why did you lie for me?

Because I knew you were no murderer, he replied easily.

Didn’t you hear that my DNA and fingerprints were all over the crime scene? My own brother arrested me. Pain swept through her as she remembered Ryan placing handcuffs on her and putting her into the back of his patrol car.

I also know they had a hotel receipt to support the fact that you checked into the Regent Hotel on the night that Kurt was murdered, but since you were alone and had no interaction with the hotel staff, that nobody could substantiate your alibi. Besides, I didn’t care what incriminating evidence they had. I knew you didn’t have it in you to hurt anyone. I lied because you needed an alibi and I knew nobody would question my word.

It was not arrogance in his tone; it was just a statement of fact that reminded her that Tyler was an important, powerful businessman not just in Oklahoma City but in Tulsa, as well.

Why on earth would you even involve yourself with my problems? She knew that he and Mark weren’t particularly close, so she couldn’t believe he’d intervened for Mark’s sake, especially given the alibi he provided of being her lover.

Her cheeks warmed at the thought. She had a feeling when Tyler Stanton made love to a woman, it would be more like a total body-and-soul possession rather than just a pleasant sexual encounter.

Tyler leaned toward her, his nearness seeming to suck all of the oxygen out of the air. His blue eyes were piercing, as if wanting to see something deep inside her. Do you really want to know why I got you out of jail? Why I involved myself in your life?

She nodded. She’d never noticed before how easy it would be to fall into the depths of his dark blue eyes and how hypnotic his smooth deep voice could be. She leaned toward him, as if anticipating a secret that might change her life and right her world forever.

Mark was never supposed to take you for himself. That day in April I sent him to meet with you because I had a troubled horse that I wanted your help with. But I also wanted to get you here and hopefully into my bed.

She reeled back, shocked by his words. What are you talking about? Mark never mentioned a horse to me that first day he came to the ranch to see me. She didn’t even want to address the rest of what he’d said to her. She could scarcely wrap her brain around his bold audacity.

No, I’m sure he didn’t, Tyler replied drily. He simply set out to win your heart for himself and he accomplished that.

He picked up his wineglass and took a sip and then set the glass back down. Despite my own desire for you, I was happy for Mark when the two of you got engaged in June. My brother and I see eye to eye on few things, but I wanted him to be happy, and if you were his happiness, then I would have never done or said anything to ruin things for the two of you.

Mark is happiest when he’s the center of attention, she replied. But he only wants positive attention. I always suspected that when I was at home on the ranch in Tulsa and he was at his town house here in Oklahoma City, he was seeing other women.

Tyler said nothing, but in his silence Greta recognized the truth. Mark had never really loved her. He had been in love with marrying a Colton, with all the society-page tidbits about their romance and upcoming wedding. But he’d never truly loved Greta, the tomboy who was happiest wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and working with and training horses.

I thought that the relationship with you might make a man out of him, he said. But I guess I was wrong.

Do you still have that troubled horse? she asked, eager to turn the course of the conversation.

I do. She’s a three-year-old filly who has had no training and very little human contact. Are you interested in working with her?

I might be, she replied. She needed something to focus on besides the fact that the man she’d nearly married wasn’t in love with her and she really hadn’t loved him. She needed a challenge to take her mind off all the strange and frightening things that had been happening in her life and around the Colton ranch.

I still have the horse and I still have an intense desire for you. Would you also be interested in sharing my bed tonight? he asked.

* * *

Tyler wasn’t a man who believed in playing games. He believed in going after what he wanted, and he had wanted Greta Colton since the very first time he’d seen her.

It was obvious he’d shocked her with his indecent and unexpected proposal to share his bed. She grabbed her wineglass and downed the contents, her cheeks a becoming pink.

Although she looked lovely now in the tailored slacks that hugged her long legs and the rust-colored blouse that enhanced her hazel-green eyes and her dark brown hair, she had really caught his attention when he’d watched her working with a horse at a rodeo months earlier.

Then her slender figure had been clad in dusty jeans and a T-shirt and she’d commanded the horse with confidence and mastery. That had been the woman who had both captured his desire and intrigued him.

She lowered her glass and tucked a strand of her long wavy hair behind her ear. You’re something else, she finally said. You make up an outrageous lie to get me out of jail, a lie that ruined my engagement, and now you have the audacity to ask me to sleep with you?

He smiled. Sleep wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. Her cheeks flushed once again with color, but she made no move to leave. Greta, we’re both consenting adults and don’t need to answer to anyone for what we do, he added.

I don’t just fall into bed with any man who asks me, she replied and straightened her back defensively.

I’m aware of that, he said. If you were that kind of woman, then I wouldn’t be interested in you.

She stared at him and then looked away. Could I please have another glass of wine? she asked. And let’s talk a bit more about this horse you have.

He got up and refilled her glass, then sat down again, this time a little bit closer to her...close enough that he could smell the fresh scent of her.

It was crazy—he had never felt such a visceral pull toward a woman before or since that first time he’d seen Greta. He’d initially been disappointed when he realized Mark and Greta had become an item, but he’d also been pleased that his younger brother had found somebody and intended to settle down.

It hadn’t taken long for Tyler to realize that Mark had no intention of settling down, wedding or not. Getting engaged and planning a wedding to Greta hadn’t slowed Mark’s womanizing ways or forced him to begin to build a future of financial stability for himself and his wife.

What else do you want to know about the horse? he asked.

Her gaze danced down to his exposed chest and then quickly moved back up to his face. Uh...how did you come to own her?

That quick glance emboldened him. She apparently wasn’t completely immune to him. I was driving to work one day and passed a field where the horse was tethered to a post. She was half-starved and appeared to have been whipped. I couldn’t just drive by and forget about her obvious distress, so I stopped at the closest ranch house, and the man living there told me the horse was his. I offered to buy her, and after some negotiation, he agreed. Since then she’s filled out and healed from her physical abuse, but neither of my ranch hands have been able to work with her. She won’t let anyone near her.

It sounds like you probably saved her life, Greta replied, more than a hint of approval in her voice.

If I did, she isn’t showing any gratitude, he replied drily. He was rewarded by her short but melodic laugh. And speaking of gratitude, I haven’t heard you thank me for getting you out of jail.

I am grateful, but I’m not sure I’ve forgiven you for the particular lie you told. Didn’t you consider what it might do to my reputation? What it would do to your relationship with your brother? Didn’t you consider any of the consequences of your lie?

Nothing has gone public, so your good reputation remains intact. He paused and thought about his brother. Mark and I have always had a difficult relationship. To be honest, I knew that you’d already told the authorities that you were in a hotel room on the night of the murder. It just seemed easiest for me to tell them that I was in that room with you. I wasn’t thinking of consequences. I just couldn’t stand the thought of you having to spend another day and another night in that jail cell.

She sighed and took a drink from her glass. It would have been so much easier if Mark had been the one to come forward and say he was with me that night. Her eyes narrowed. But he did absolutely nothing to help me. He didn’t even come to see me or make a phone call to check on me.

If all this hadn’t happened, then you wouldn’t have known that you were about to marry the wrong man, Tyler countered. Not that I’m suggesting I’m the right man.

She tilted her head slightly and looked at him curiously. Why haven’t you married? You’re handsome and successful and I’m sure plenty of women would be happy to become Mrs. Tyler Stanton.

The women who want to be my wife aren’t the kind of woman I’d want for a wife. They want it for all the wrong reasons, he replied. I got close to marrying once, but it didn’t work out and since then I haven’t found the right woman. Besides, I work long hours and don’t have a lot of time to do the whole dating thing.

So you just invite emotionally vulnerable women to share your bed for the night and then move on to the next woman. She stared at him boldly.

A small laugh escaped him. You don’t appear to me to be an emotionally vulnerable woman, and no, I don’t make a habit of inviting women into my bed. In fact, you’re the first who has gotten an official invitation.

She eyed him dubiously.

He leaned closer to her, so close that if he wanted to, he could wrap her in his arms and take full possession of her lush lips with his. It was tempting. It was oh so tempting.

It’s true, Greta, he said and watched her eyes spark with gold and green hues. I don’t invite women into my bed. I wait for them to invite me into theirs. But you’re different, and the desire, the passion, I have for you is stronger than anything I’ve ever felt for any other woman.

Her mouth trembled slightly and he continued, In all of my life I’ve never been jealous of Mark, but when he hooked up with you, I was jealous of him for the first time. He had what I wanted...what I still want.

I should go, she replied in a breathy voice, but she made no move to get up.

You should stay, he countered. It’s a long drive back to Tulsa. You should stay here with me tonight and then tomorrow morning you can see the horse.

Her eyes looked slightly glazed and he didn’t know if it was from the wine she’d drunk too fast or the blatant lust he knew shone from his own.

Greta, if you want, you can spend the night in one of my guest rooms. It wasn’t what he wanted, but he also didn’t want to coerce her in any way. He’d laid his cards out on the table and the next play was hers.

I’ll stay, she said slowly. I’ll stay in one of your guest rooms and take a look at the horse in the morning and decide if she’s a project I want to take on.

Disappointment winged through him, but he tamped it

Reviews for The Colton Bodyguard

[scoutmomskf · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Excellent conclusion to the Coltons series. In the previous book, Second Chance Colton, Greta had been held on suspicion of murder. Tyler Stanton, brother of her fiance, provided an alibi that set her free, but he lied to do it. With the end of her engagement, Tyler makes it clear that he wants Greta for himself. It took a little bit for me to get used to Tyler. With him, what you see is what you get. He is good looking, wealthy and confident. He doesn't play games when it comes to what he wants, and he wants Greta. She was a bit shocked when she came to thank him for his alibi and to ask him why he had lied, to find out that he had been attracted to her from the time he met her. But his brother got to her first, so he had done his best to control his feelings. I loved his straightforward telling her that he still wants her in his bed. Of course, he's not committing to any kind of relationship, just sex for as long as they want it. He also wants her to work with one of his horses and uses that to entice her to come stay on his ranch while she does so. He doesn't expect it to last, as it never does with him.Greta is stunned by Tyler's proposition, but also somewhat intrigued. She really wants to work with the horse, but she's a bit wary about Tyler himself. Her ex-fiance had turned out to be a self-centered loser, and she doesn't know Tyler well enough to think he's any different. She can't deny the chemistry between them. He turns her on like no one else has ever done. With the threats looming against her, getting out of Tulsa for awhile seems like a good idea. So she agrees to work with the horse, but tries to resist the heat between her and Tyler.I loved seeing the relationship build between them. They started it a bit backwards, with two really hot encounters, but then Greta insisted on keeping sex out of it. She wanted them to have a chance to get to know each other before taking it any further. I was impressed by Tyler's agreeing to her conditions, but also telling her that he wasn't going to give up on seducing her. I also liked the way he really listened to her when she talked. His confusion over his growing feelings was pretty sweet, as he realized that he wanted more than just her in his bed. I loved his protectiveness and how determined he was to keep her safe. When everything was over, he didn't know how to deal with what he felt. I loved the ending and seeing him accept and embrace his feelings. His return to the ranch and facing Greta was sweet and romantic.Greta was surprised by her instant attraction to Tyler. Since she doesn't really know him, she shocks herself when she gives in to the passion. I loved seeing her pull herself together and take control of those feelings. Though the attraction was strong, she was hesitant to trust it, and wanted to take the time to get to know him. As she did, her feelings for him grew, but she was still wary about trusting him with her heart. I loved seeing her stand up for her needs, even when it hurt. I enjoyed her determination to make Tyler grovel a bit there at the end.The suspense of the story was great. By the time the book started the villain is known and the only question is how and when will she attack. The first attack wasn't a huge surprise as they knew it would happen eventually. Tyler's quick reaction was all that had saved Greta. As they moved back to the Colton ranch, they felt somewhat safer but also knew that Alice was out there somewhere, just waiting to strike again. The anticipation really built as the end got nearer. I wanted to shake Greta when she did something stupid that ended up putting her in grave danger. The final confrontation was well done, with great tension as I wondered how long it would be before it was figured out. I loved that it was Tyler who did and he who saved Greta. It wrapped up the series very well.